This morning the Primetime Emmy nominations were announced and as usual it was a mixed bag of awesome and suck. For the most part, pretty awesome. Like, my buddy Louis C.K. here being nominated (Outstanding Actor in a Comedy) for his show Louie, which he writes, produces, directs, stars in and edits. No big deal. Just a totally big deal.

And my usual favourites are in the mix: the beautiful and superb Mad Men (19 nominations), quarterback of my heart, Friday Night Lights, my forever love, Kate Winslet, the hillbilly delight of Justified, a for real quality program about lawyers (and sexiness), The Good Wife, the hilarious excellence of Parks and Recreation. I could go on. Oooh, and my surprise new favourite, Game of Thrones. Peter Dinklage/Tyrion Lannister, you complete me.

He agrees. We complete each other. We complete each other’s sentences. We complete half-marathons. We complete six course dinners. You know what I’m sayin’?

Things that are an outrage:

Mariska Hargitay. Really? Again? You bore my ass off. Literally. And now I have to poo in a specially made diaper. Honestly. No one saw Khandi Alexander in Treme? Oh. You were too busy watching Law and Order: Special Jerks Unit. Fine. Khandi’s expression here pretty much sums up my feelings:

And we’re gonna reward that soggy alpine sweater from The Killing  with a nomination. That will only encourage her and the entire show. It needs to get grounded with no telephone privileges.

And Jon Cryer? Is that some pity vote? Do people feel sorry for him because he got mega-rich but had to do it next to Charlie Sheen? Whatever.

Oh, and Hugh Laurie, I’m sorry, I think you’re lovely, I truly do, but that House schtick is old and mouldy as the delicious gorgonzola I ate last night. The cheese stank less than your sorry excuse for a show. Instead of just Steve Buscemi, they could have nominated Michael Pitt or MIchael Shannon from Boardwalk Empire. Or Wendell Pierce for Treme.

It always gives me a little sad not to see Ted Danson on the list. Modern Family, you do some fine work, but all those supporting actors noms, you couldn’t have thrown a bone to my man Ted for Bored to Death. Luckily, he doesn’t seem too upset about it.

And I know reality television is not that important to some people, but it’s deadly serious to me. Dancing with the Stars and American Idol are far less entertaining than my perennial favourite, the glorious, the outrageous, the downright insane, America’s Next Top Model. Or RuPaul’s Drag Race. Or that new thing, The Voice. Reruns of Fear Factor would be a better option. I at least hope Cat Deeley steals the award from whoever wins and beats Ryan Seacrest unconscious with it. For entertainment value (these award shows can be boring) and for the betterment of society.

Of course, I must include some Joan and Peggy here, two of my favourite nominees: So, I leave you with (SPOILER ALERT) this bonding moment from the season four finale, “Tomorrowland”: